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ITS CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS TIME, MISTLETOE AND WINEEEE
(I don't like wine so) MISLETOEE AND VODKAAAAAA.

ANYHOO it's 14 days until christmas....
That's like 13 sleep, oh my god I'm excited.
So yea, I know plenty of you are sat there worrying about Christmas, chocolates, dinner, cake, festivities! Everything.
I know I used to worry about it.
And it did take over my Christmas, I used to sit there, staring into nothing, whilst in my head there was uproar about the day, planning and planning and counting what I'm going to eat.
It was horrible, I hated it, I just wanted it to get out of my head.
What happened to waiting for Santa, and opening my advent calander all at once. Why was I now worried about one of the most amazing times of the year?
You have to remember that this isn't you, it's not your mind telling you to do these things!
You want to enjoy yourself, you want to be free! There's just something inside your head stopping you.
Free yourself. Let yourself be happy, you need to enjoy it. Christmas is once a year, but you know what else is okay?
To struggle. It's okay to sit there and admit you're finding the day hard.
It's okay to get upset.
It's okay to get angry and frustrated.
It's okay, and you know why?
Because you're only human, and you have the same respect from everyone no matter what day it is.
People understand. I know you think you're alone, but you're not, please don't ever think you are.

Now, PUT ON YOUR CHRISTMAS JUMPER!
stick your fingers right up to your eating disorder.
This is your day, you are going to enjoy it no matter what. And you know what, you will! I know you will, I believe in you.

I was so worked up for Christmas, so terrified, I thought of ways all day to hide away, but why?
I don't even know myself.
So I decided it was Opposite Day.
(So is every day by the way, unless they tell you to not go into the fire, then it's a normal day OKAY)

MY MINDSS TELLING ME NOOO, BUT MY BODY, MY BODYS TELLING ME YESSSS!
(I hope you sang that)
Listen to your body! You want cake, YOU EAT CAKE.
story, my brother got this massive cake for his 21st birthday and it was so so good! I had about 3 pieces of cake for breakfast, another 4 for lunch and like 5 for tea and snacks. I had cake everyday for about 4 days (until I ate it all and got shouted at but) it was so so good. I had it because I wanted it.

And to think last year I had only just reached my healthy weight range, I now eat cake for breakfast.
You can break free from this illness.
And a happy Christmas is way better than one spent upset and worrying about the day.

It's a time to enjoy yourself and love yourself.
Be spoilt, be happy, be a major food lover!
Xxxxx

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